With technology and fear. On Prolonga XII (the homeworld of the Aphrodisiac Ascendancy before I invaded with my RoboChimp Legion) I had some trouble getting the native hominids there to actually do any work.
They were obsessed with it.
You know what I mean. So, to curtail their compulsive hominid humping, we had a “nookie inhibitor” implanted in all their brain stems. That didn’t work, so we went with public executions instead; that didn’t work either really, but at least that we got eliminated the least efficient workers.
Wait, I should have asked, do you mean eat-all-the-banana chips-in-the-bowl obsessive, or can’t-stop-thinking-about-the-babysitter obsessive?
I meant: can’t-stop-playing-a-computer-game obsessive.
Are you sure you don’t mean addictive behaviour?
Next time: Help, I’ve fallen into a quantum flux and I can’t get up!
I can’t stop thinking about my baby sitter… but thats more because my parents refuse to stop thinking I still need one.
Are you the Lost King of the Aphrodisiac Ascendancy?
I’m not sure really…